of nerve impressions."

"Sally isn't in the least nervous," broke in Hetty. "She's always as
quiet as a mouse."

"You mean that she isn't in the least fidgety," replied the doctor.
"That is quite another thing. Some of the most nervous people I know have
absolute quiet of manner. Mrs. Little's nervous system has been for
several years under a terrible strain. When I was first called to her, I
thought her trouble and suffering would kill her; and I didn't think it
would take so long. But it is that which is killing her now." Hetty was
not listening: she was thinking very perplexedly of what the doctor had
said a few moments before; interrupting him now, she said, "Would it do
Sally good to take her to another place? that is easily done." Dr. Eben
hesitated.

"I think sea-air might help her; but I am not sure," he replied.

"Would you go with us?" asked Hetty. "She wouldn't go without you." The
doctor hesitated again. He looked into Hetty's eyes: they were fixed
on his as steadily, as unembarrassedly, as if he and Hetty had been
comrades for years. "What a woman she is," he thought to himself, "to
coolly ask me to become their travelling physician, when for six weeks I
have been coming to the house every day, and she would not even speak to
me!"

"I am not sure that I could, Miss Gunn," he replied. Hetty's face
changed. A look of distress stamped every feature.

"Oh, Dr. Williams, do!" she exclaimed. "Sally would never go without